Something I was working on tonight

I held a girl of smoldering fire to my heart today.
My breath makes swirls of her ash and soot.
Inside she is a girl of molten gold,
free to be molded into her dreams.
Yet this girl choses to set herself alight.
To embrace the pain, to destroy all that hides within.
My tears to steam turn before leaving traces on my heart.
My embrace tastes of nothing but agony.
My burning prayers of faith for phoenix and not failure
mingle with flakes of ash in the morning air.
How do I burn yet hold fast?
Pain upon pain upon pain
Sweetens her kiss.
Release and hold true somehow I must.
Seams have not the same bond as I.
They scream in freedom.
Could I not learn to love that scream?

I held a man of vanishing mist today.
Aching with all my being to clasp that which slips away.
Broken and rightly so he believes
his pain to be well deserve for some imagined offense.
I curse the wind ever changing
to blow him back in my direction.
Back into form and forgiveness.
The wind merely snatches my breath like
an unruly child running from parent.
Reflections of my love are all that remain
in this wild swept gale.
I suck in sweet air but not he.
Sunshine has coveted him for long
and thus reclaimed the mist.
Misty eyes now mine
as sorrow courses out of every pore.